by Shadoran Neckrender on August 17th, 2010, 11:27 am
Fire, fire isn't normally a zith's best friend, heck It's probably the only source of light that shadoran likes, mostly cause it's warm and turns things to ashes. Yet, it's more than that, it's a tribute, to the god that caused the rending, a tribute to her tutor, or maybe friend. Then there's another voice, calling out, wishing to end her life. Then the dreams ended.
Shadoran's eyes burst open, as she flipped upright, groaning.
"Too much, Djed gone."
Slowly, she pushed the hair out of her eyes, seeing nothing pleasing. She stepped back for a moment, her movements uncoordinated and tottering, before stepping more confidently forward, pushing Brunhild gently back.
"Stay back, I remember, you took me out of the fire, I owe you. Now step back."
She eyed Felicia, her mind telling her to strike. Yet she hesitated. For a moment, rage flared in her and she spoke, harshly yet in a smooth controlled manner.
"Were you actually going to strike me down while i lay unconscious, you bloody bitch, if you want to die, tell me. I'll do my best to keep you alive when i gut you."